When Sun Xining opened her eyes, she felt a disoriented sensation, akin to weightlessness.

Because the surroundings were so dim, she couldn’t distinguish where she was at all.

Feeling as if there was a thick blanket over her, Sun Xining struggled to get up, but as soon as she moved, an excruciating pain made her cry out softly.

Triggered by the pain, her dull mind finally began to function, reminding her of the long, drawn-out night before.

The chiselled features of a handsome man with explosive muscle lines.

The fatty tissue that was pinched until it hurt and the slender waist almost twisted and broken.

And the red roses blooming together on black velvet.

And her unabashedly lifting and spreading, inviting him in...

Those vague, profound, yet stimulating fragmentary memories started flashing back in Sun Xining’s mind, causing her collagen-rich face to blush slightly.

"I must be crazy..."

Sun Xining lay in bed, murmuring in a daze.

But why, even though her rationality buzzed, couldn’t she find a trace of regret in her heart?

In fact, recalling it now even feels a bit sweet.

Of course, it was painful, a kind of pain that Sun Xining had underestimated; she always thought she’d be different from ordinary girls.

Although from Sun Xining’s perspective, she didn’t know that she had enticed a Zhou Wang who used clever tactics, naturally, the cost was higher.

And what should she do next?

But in the end, she was different from ordinary girls, maintaining her clarity, so Sun Xining quickly started pondering this real problem.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Sun Xining seemed to have made up her mind, she took a deep breath and slowly got up.

Unexpectedly, as she moved, a sound came from the direction of the door.

"Miss Sun, you’re awake? Hold on a moment..."

The voice was female, and soon, as one side of the curtain was drawn open, daylight seeped into the room, brightening everything up.

Then Sun Xining could see clearly that, as expected, the person pulling the curtain was Lisa.

The mess in the room had long been tidied up, and everything from last night had left no trace, including the originally "contaminated" sheets, which had been replaced with new ones. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

At this moment, Sun Xining vaguely remembered that before sleeping last night, Zhou Wang had carried her to take a shower, probably when the sheets were changed.

As for who changed the sheets, of course, it was none other than Lisa standing by the window.

She was already dressed impeccably, wearing a cream-white band T-shirt with a vintage wash, an oversized green cardigan on top, paired with high-waisted deep-blue straight jeans; not a complicated outfit, yet on her, it inexplicably exuded an advanced sense.

Coupled with her angelic mixed-race face and tall figure, she seemed ready to walk the runway at Paris Fashion Week.

Sun Xining secretly envied her; she was a pure, girlish type, an air of fashion and sass destined to be out of reach for her, a vibe she couldn’t emulate.

"Sister Lisa, did you get up long ago?"

In the bright daylight, Sun Xining felt a bit bashful, wrapping her smooth, shapely body with a thin blanket as she asked.

"Not really early, maybe just an hour before you... After I freshened up, I felt you were about to wake, so I brought you some clothes."

Lisa pointed to the foot of the bed, only then did Sun Xining notice that Lisa had placed some clothes there.

"Miss Sun, these clothes are mine, but you’re not much shorter than me, see if you can make do with them..."

The clothes Sun Xining wore yesterday were certainly unwearable, the button on her low-waisted jeans was ripped off, the small camisole could still be worn, but later when she climbed into bed, it was torn into fragments by Zhou Wang...

Sun Xining didn’t care whether they fit or not, after all, she was quite slim and usually could fit, directly picking a set of underwear and a dress, turning her back to put them on.

After getting ready, returning to her natural self, Sun Xining quickly thanked, "Sister Lisa, thank you, just call me Ningning, we’re friends already, why be so formal?"

"Alright, I’ll call you Ningning."

Lisa visibly relaxed, nodding as she spoke.

"Did you change the sheets last night too? I’m sorry if we disturbed you, I remember you were already asleep then..."

At this moment, Sun Xining remembered something, speaking with slight embarrassment.

Mentioning this, a trace of grievance flashed in Lisa’s eyes, her expression turning somewhat peculiar.

She didn’t want to wake up either, she was already very tired at that time, but their movements were too loud, and she suspected Zhou Wang did it on purpose, insisting on holding Sun Xining onto her...

No need to question; Mr. Zhou definitely did it on purpose!

Although not extremely clever, Lisa was very aware of men’s nature; after the unfamiliarity with Zhou Wang faded, sensitivity to certain details sharpened.

After Zhou Wang took Sun Xining to the bathroom, Lisa, now awake, preemptively changed the sheets so Zhou Wang could come back to a clean slate.

Including this morning, nobody actually required her to get up early, but once Zhou Wang rose first, Lisa found herself unable to sleep soundly anymore.

This ingrained service mentality had been etched into her brain, and she saw nothing wrong with it.